we produce our leaders as we need em
like antibodies
they fight affliction
they come/come/become
away from the jungles
back from the bush
out of the ghettos
down from the mountains
& into the blood stream
insistin the self-proclaimed gods
are really small greedy hypocrites
with bloody breath
oh yes

we produce our leaders as we need em
mouthpieces for the many
they come/come/become
as the body moves
smooth
toward its future
steadfast
seein through the liars
as if they were spotless panes of glass

living & gone/yet here still
they say
look! they ain’t got no clothes!
they say
watch! they vulnerable to our blows!
they say
look! yeah/they human too
they say
watch!/their time is almost through

they’re the people’s wedge
eternal living sledge
hammerin/hammerin/hammerin
ignorance
inferiority
delusions of grandeur

the land/mind & body snatchin supremacists
their stooges
their parasitic soulgrinding system
and what of the unknown patriots
who risk payin
& sometimes pay the ultimate price
who could forget
men like
women like
children like
& us pulled up & multiplied by them
& them/them/them/them
like che/rodney & robeson
like nzinga & nkrumah
like lenin & lumumba
like harriet & ho/fidel/farrakhan & fedon
like angela/assata & sandino
like bishop/baraka & biko
like martin/marti/marti/malcolm/marcus/marley
nat/nyerere/khadafi/cabral
heavyweights all
accelerating the fall
of imperialism
the first shall be last
& the last shall kick ass
as they try and stop our forward motion
freedom bells tolling
the new world’s unfolding

patriots/patriots/patriots
like antibodies
like mouthpieces
like wedges
like sledges
like bells/bells/bells
like drums/drums/drums
long slow march
drum/drums
seeding life fields
reaping harvests of real dreams
red birth water
breaking over green nations creates streams

rivers/lakes/seas
on them billowed we sail
immortal drums of fire
light our way

poems/poems/poems/oooooo/poems
bout ascension
the ritual movement to our own rhythm
& freedom songs sung by fallen daughters & sons
with weapons in hand
the next bad poem traces their routes
as they untomb & commune
they’re dancers
dancin dances of self-determination
they’re musicians
musicin music redeeming nations
they’re singers
singin songs in a traditional way
they’re poets
poetin poems for their people/hey!
smashing lies & letting truth fly
high/high/higher still
to the next phase/baby!
movin in & out
bobbin/jabbin/left/left/left/right
left/weavin/left
lightnin fast honey-dipped combinations
bob with them
weave with them
blow/slide/stride/glide slow with them
through the clouds
above the mountain of coups
& assassinations
of miseducation/incarceration
& destablization
of castration/uninvited penetration
mass annihilation
pocket-linin neo-colonialist collaboration
& countless other premeditated
crimes against humanity

overlooking the strangely ironic
tragicomic/fishtailing/stenchtrailin
downward spiral plunge
of monopoly capitalism
& rich white male supremacy
pause to ponder
lines of liberation
melodies of the millions
pirouettes of production
our passageway/our passageway/our passageway
individuals
couples
families
communities
regions
nations
friends/lovers/comrades
lend me your ear
the politically conscious working masses
are the destined to rule
throw down classes
a glorious/gleaming/graceful human lifeflight
renewing
the planet turns bluely
poems
poems
poems
the vortex
oooooo
poems
poems
poems
the vortex
oooooooo
poems
we make reality

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